A Lil’ More About Me

First of all, I’d like to give a big welcome to all my new followers from over the course of the last week and of course, a big hello to all of you who have been following for awhile now!

I would love it if you would follow me on some of my other platforms, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Instagram (under Bullfrogs and Bulldogs). I often post things on these sites that I may or may not post here so I wouldn’t want you to miss out on anything!

Today I thought I’d share a little bit more of me with all of you and have tried to come up with a few things you may or may not know about me. You can always read the ‘about me’ tab to find out more.

To start, this is me and my hubby, David or D as I often refer to him here. Oh, and two of our 14 lambs our sheep birthed this past spring. This is Lily (white) and Money (black). My friends 3 year old daughter Lily named them :) They also happen to be our two favorite because they have personalities as if they were dogs.

And a few things about me:

1. I could eat the same meal day in and day out, never tiring of it…rice, beans, guacamole, and hot sauce.

2. And speaking of  hot sauce, I put the stuff  on everything. The hotter the better. I’m a Tapatio, sometimes Cholula,  girl all the way.

3. A few years back I went to Taiwan to visit a friend and decided (while visiting) to move there…ASAP. I returned home, sold all my belongings, even my car, quite my job and three weeks later was teaching English on the little island off the cost of China.

4. One of my dreams is to write a book. I have a million little  stories running through my head at any given time and even have characters and plots but every time I sit down to write I get that good old writer’s block.

5. I am terrified of snakes yet, also very intrigued by them. We have Gopher snakes on the property and they make my skin crawl but I always find myself having to just go take a look at them, squealing when I see it.

6. I read magazines from back to front. I have no idea why, just always have.

7. I’m a cat girl. I love having dogs but cats hold a very special place in my heart. I volunteered at a Cat Rescue but had to quite because I brought home three, eventually giving one to my parents.

8. My dream job, beside becoming a best selling author, is to own an animal sanctuary and rescue abused/mistreated animals. Even Elephants in Asia who are used pretty much as circus freaks for people to ride. I suppose I’d have to have several sanctuaries all around the world.

9. When I was little I wanted to work at McDonalds when I grew up. Yep, I sure did. I really just wanted to work at the cash register. That was short lived once my parents brought home one for me to play with and that dream died.

10. I’m in the process of getting my Yoga Teaching Certification. It’s been a long process but I only have one assignment left. I love yoga, I love what it had brought to my life, but I’m terrified of teaching it.

11. I have been told I”m very dramatic my whole life but I always wanted to be an actor but was painfully shy.

12. My nickname all through junior high and high school was Chelsea Clinton. I had chubby cheeks, braces, and naturally curly hair I always wore in a ponytail.

13. When I was 24 years old I had two feet of my colon removed because I had a pre-cancerous polyp. Due to an infection from my surgery I had to undergo emergency surgery and have an iliostomy bag for a little under two months. That experience changed me in so many ways, physically, emotionally, and mentally, and all for the better. It’s actually a hereditary things because my older brother, mom, and grandfather have all had colon cancer. And ALL survived!

14. I’m a lark or in other words, a morning person. I love nothing more then to get up at 6am, get my cup of tea and have the first two hours of the day all to myself. I accomplish more before 10AM then I do the rest of the day.

15. I participated in an Olympic distance triathlon three years ago in Hawaii and came in 9th for my age group. I was pretty proud of myself.

16. I started my college education at WSU (Washington State University) in 1999 and finished it at Seattle University with a degree in Psychology in 2006. I majored in Psychology because I wanted to understand people more, not necessarily do anything with it although I think being  forensic psychologist would be fascinating. I wonder if it’s really like all the TV shows?

17. Speaking of those shows, one of my favorites is Criminal Minds. It’s creepy and I love how intense it can be but not how I can’t sleep after. It’s made me quite paranoid.

18. D and I dated briefly when he lived in Seattle and then he moved and we never talked again until one random November evening four years later I got the best facebook message from him (and no, were weren’t even friends on FB) and we’ve talked every single day since.  He’s my best friends.

19. D and I don’t have cable. We got rid of it in March when we got back from Asia and it’s actually quite nice. We do however watch an insane amount of movies and the occasional TV show on hulu when we are lying in bed.

20. Before moving in with D, I had little to no desire for anything DIY or craft related. I loved doing crafts and drawing when I was little, but it wasn’t until about year ago that I really developed a huge interest in it all.

21. I started this blog as a way to write about my transition from city life to country life but it’s seemed to turn into more of a DIY and food blog. I’m hoping to incorporate more about my life here in the boonies moving forward while continuing to share all about the fun things I do to our home and with food.

22. I’ve never broken a bone. Knock on wood.

23. I’m the only girl between  my older brother, Tyler and a younger brother, Nick. I have so much respect for these two guys. I hope they know how much I look up to them and admire who they are.

Nick on left, Tyler on right and my nephew (Tyler’s baby) Henry in the middle.

And here is us when we were little…

24. D and I are considering going to India and Nepal next winter…if you’ve been, we’d love any advice. It terrifies me and thrills me all at the same time.

and last but not least…

25. I’m so grateful to each and everyone of you for reading my blog. I absolutely love sharing with you all and love the feedback I get. So thank you!

goober jr. – the sperm donor

With the onset of the flu earlier this week and family arriving today, Wine Country Wednesday and Feature Friday will be back after the holidays but for now, I thought I’d introduce you to our sheep’s sperm donor, Goober Jr, our rented stud-muffin.


Goober Jr. comes from Bide-A-Wee Farm just down the road  and I have to admit, he is quite the gentlemen. With his curious and extremely friendly disposition, he is exactly what we hope rubs off on our skid-dish ewes and their lambs.  With a little persistence and a lot of alone time, all seven our our ladies will be lambing baby Goobs sometime this spring.


a cow is a cow only if it’s a cow

For the past few weeks, David has been quizzing me on animal classifications.  For example, a female goat is called a doe. Easy enough, right? All I have to do is sing that age-old tune…doe a deer, a female deer….except replace deer with goat. Doe a goat, a female goat…hmm, just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

So, almost every night David asks, “What is a male goat with its testicles?”

“Horny?” I reply laughing to myself.

David usually shakes his head trying to conceal his own laughter.

Eventually we have gone through all that applies to our little farm at this point and I feel proud to be a farm girl.

Here is the break down thus far: (only for your own personal enjoyment. No quizzes, I promise!)

A male goat is a buck. Same as a deer. Yes, this was confusing to me at first and I found myself thinking, ‘Wait, so are deer and goats of the same species? I’m so confused!’

In the same family we have a yearling which is a goat or a sheep between the age of 1-2.

A kid, well that is a baby goat. A lamb, of course we ALL know what that is. A baby sheep! (they are so cute, right?)

A wether is a male sheep or goat that’s been castrated (neutered).

And an ewe is a female sheep…

Are you still with me?

Let’s move on…to cows. Or those things we all have called cows for years and years. By the way, we are getting one and a calf too!

Overall, two or more is a cattle but this does not apply to one. ‘Cows,’ which are only female (will get to that later) are what we predominately see in pastures because most males are castrated at birth and then slaughtered for meat before the age of three.

A heifter is a young female animal under the age of three that is either close to calving or has had no calf at all. Sometimes a young female that has only had one calf is called a first-calf heifer.

A Springer is a heifer close to calving.

Young cattle of both sexes are called calves until they are weaned from their mothers and then they are often referred to as weaners (insert laughter here) or feeders until they are one years old. After that, they too are called yearlings or stirks if between one and two years old.

A steer is a male that has been castrated and a bull is an intact male (meaning they still have their balls or as I like to refer to them, the horny ones)

A calf is a baby.

And finally, the confusing one. So, contrary to what we’ve all be raised to believe, a cow is only a female animal that is over two years of age and has had a calf.  This term is also used on other larger animals such as whales and hippos.

I turn to David, “Wait, so I’ve been wrong all this time? A cow is not a cow just because it looks like a cow?”

“It is if it’s a cow!” Says David

And now I’m confused all over again.

The Screams In The Night

In the middle of the night, I woke to David standing at the sliding glass door in our bedroom looking intently out into the darkness. Assuming he had probably heard something and was coming right back to bed, I didn’t think much of it and rolled over and fell back asleep. What felt like hours later (but probably only minutes), I was woken up to David panicked and telling me to get up. “Babe! Babe! Get up! The sheep are screaming!” I lied there momentarily, foggy headed wondering how Sheep scream. And that’s when I heard it as well. The desperate and terrified cries from out in the pasture.

I leaped from bed afraid of what those cries meant. Disoriented, I followed David downstairs and clumsily put on my muck boots making sure to tuck my sweatpants into the tops of them. David grabbed his rifle and we hurriedly walked out to the barn where the geep (goat and sheep) congregate at night, my heart beating faster and faster. I suddenly felt as though I might cry. What if the coyote made its way back onto the property bring friends and they were working their way through the sheep? What if we were about to walk into something that resembled one of those horror movies I use to watch as a kid. Am I ready to see the ugly side of country life? Will this be enough to send me running back to the comforts of waiting for the bus on 3rd AVE in downtown Seattle?

David entered the barn first and I almost couldn’t take it anymore. Imagines of curly bloody wool and injured suffering sheep ran my mind and as much as I wanted to be a supporting girlfriend, a part of me wanted to run back, crawl beneath the covers, and not come back out until it was all cleaned up and all evidence of a massacre had been cleaned up.

David stopped in his tracks, handed me his rifle and told me to hold it as he sighed annoyed. “I had a feeling this was the case” was all he said as he walked around the corner. As I inched closer inside the barn I could not believe my eyes.

No blood, no maimed animal parts to be seen. Only this brown-eyed beauty standing before us..headfirst into the alfalfa pellet bin.


Dorothy, or Little Devil as I like to call her, had jumped the fence that separates the animals from the outside world and didn’t know how to get back in after her midnight snack. The cries in the night didn’t actually come from the sheep after all. They were from Daisy, Dorothy’s daughter, Harold, and Maude. The three other goats. Where they cries of jealousy that she got to eat a little something other than grass in the pasture or cries of fear that they would be separated for eternity? We may never know. I do know this, next time I am woken up in the middle of the night Dorothy and I are going to have a little chat. Goat is a delicacy in other countries after all.